Thursday, October 1, 2009

I'm Cursed

I have the Vacation Curse to be more specific.

Greg and I haven't been on many vacations since we've been together. In fact, the only "real" vacation we've been on is when we went to Las Vegas for our honeymoon. We were both so excited! Mainly because we didn't even know until two weeks before our wedding that we would have extra money to afford to go on a honeymoon. If it hadn't been for all the money that we received as gifts in the mail from family members, it wouldn't have been possible! We were to spend four days in Vegas and we were staying in the Stratosphere hotel and casino. I had never even been to a casino before and neither of us had ever gambled so we were excited to experience that. It's no secret that my husband and I both love to eat, so we were pretty stoked to get to try out different restaurants. Not to mention all those endless buffets you see on the travel channel that Vegas is known for. I was also looking forward to taking in a couple of shows!

We arrived in Vegas around dinner time. Once we checked into the hotel and deposited our suitcases in the room we headed straight to the buffet! From there we had our first, addicting experience with slot machines. Once we tore ourselves away from those we checked out all the shops located in the Stratosphere, along with traveling to the top of the building to check out the Vegas lights. Afterwards we realized we were pretty tired so we went to bed. It wasn't even ten o'clock.

The next morning we woke up and began our tour of the Vegas strip. After a couple of hours I realized I wasn't feeling well. I thought maybe I was hungry so although nothing sounded good, I forced myself to eat McDonalds for lunch. Soon after I was literally begging Greg to go back to the room. Not even thirty minutes after we arrived back safe and sound, I was running to the bathroom to throw up. As I was hunched over the toilet an article that I read in one of the many bridal magazines I had purchased flashed through my mind. The article posted a statistic of the percentage of brides who got physically ill on their honeymoon. The reason for this phenomenon being that a bride is usually so stressed about the wedding and all the details that go into planning it. The stress lasts throughout the planning stage and the wedding itself until the bride finds herself on her honeymoon. Suddenly, she has nothing to stress about. Since the body doesn't know how to cope with this sudden loss of stress, it relieves itself the only way it knows how; by causing the bride to be sick. That article made a lot of sense to me.

My ailment went on for the remainder of the afternoon. I to this day cannot even tell you what Greg did all afternoon. Again, we were in bed by ten o'clock that evening as well. The next day wasn't much better. I didn't feel like my normal self. Food sounded disgusting. Walking around sounded like a chore. I toughed it out as much as I could and we did manage to see some amazing sights and take in a couple of the shows our hotel put on. Unfortunately, I was tired every night and each night we went to bed by ten o'clock. Who goes to bed that early in Vegas? I'm still determined to visit Vegas again for the sole purpose of experiencing the night life.

A while back I wrote a post about how excited I was that Greg and I finally applied for our passports. I also wrote that we were going to Cancun for some of our best friends wedding. I was literally counting down the days from the day we booked until the day we would be leaving. This was about ninety-six days ago. The trip is now exactly one week away. And I'm dreading it.

Here's why: For the past four weeks I have thrown up virtually every day. And it's not just morning sickness. It's more like all-day sickness. When I'm not throwing up (skip to the next paragraph if you have a queasy stomach!) I'm doing this disgusting, embarrassing thing. It's kind of like a dry heave/burp. However, I cannot distinguish if I'm about to do that or actually throw up. So I'm continually running to the toilet or trash can. Luckily in the trailer I don't have far to run! I have a prescription of anti-nausea tablets as well as an acid reducer, but they don't really help me that much. The worse part about this, is that I don't want people to witness me doing this. Anytime I leave the house, I have a slight feeling of anxiety. I'm just waiting for me to throw up in the middle of the aisle at the grocery store, despite the fact that I carry a plastic sack with me. My luck I just won't get it out in time. The thought of being in an air plane while I'm dealing with nausea, with a stranger seated next to me, makes me want to cry.

My next worry is how we are going to get to Mexico in the first place. When we booked our trip we weren't sure where we were going to be. So we went ahead and arranged to be flown round-trip from Oklahoma City. The thought of the long car ride to and from OKC again makes me want to cry (are you noticing a theme here?). What makes matters worse is that on the way back, I'll be driving by myself again. That's because our friend Tim who drove the U-Haul to Colorado for us drove my car back to Oklahoma.

My third and final worry is the biggest. I want to experience Cancun. I really do. But I'm afraid I won't want to leave the room. I was really looking forward to so many aspects of this trip: The endless buffet of seafood, which, duh, I can't eat. Going to Senior Frogs and dancing the night away. Going on a booze cruise with all our friends who are going to Cancun as well. Visiting the Mayan Ruins. And, of course, shopping!

I'm usually known for being able to see the positive in things. And I'm really trying to focus on that. I'm so excited to be able to attend a beach wedding. I'm excited to wear my fabulous floppy hat I bought as I lounge by the pool. But that's about it. I will be 12 weeks next Tuesday and I'm praying like crazy that all of these nasty symptoms I'm experiencing will magically go away like so many people have assured me they will. I'm also really praying the bartenders will know what a "virgin" pina colada is.

I know that it sounds really stupid and petty of me to ask for you to pray for me while I'm on vacation in a tropical paradise, but as you can see, I am cursed when it comes to vacations.

***After re-reading this, I realize readers may take this the wrong way. My pregnancy was in no way an "accident" and I do not consider being pregnant a curse! I just had to make that part clear! ;)***

5 comments:

PennyCandy said...

I will say a prayer for you. Hopefully your sickness will go away and you will enjoy your trip to Cancun.

HeidiTri's said...

Oh Geez- that's a lot for you to worry about!

Vacations always have some level of stress- but this is alot for you to deal with.

Hoefully, your symptoms will start to ease.

Nora said...

You will enjoy it, no worries! There will be so many new impressions and sights and all the excitement and everything, you will forget about it. And even if you stay in your hotel room, hey, at least it's a hotel room in Mexico! :-) Take a picture of that stamp in your passport! And the hat of course!

Sheila said...

Oh Sis!
Just remember I was about as far along when we went to Belgium! Yes there was a car ride to and from the airport, not as long but still. Our flight was by far a lot longer. There are plenty of bathrooms for you to use in Mexco. Poor Andy had to order a cup of coffe for me to be able to use a potty and sometimes I had to pay to even do that! We tried to be back at the flat every afternoon by 3 so I could nap. I would be almost asleep on my feet by the time were got there. We had to walk well over a mile from the metro to the flat. My feet hurt from the new shoes I bought the "gel" heels felt like I was walking on rocks. Dinner hour doesn't start until 7 I was starving by 6. Nothing sounded good. I didn't know what half the stuff was to be brave enough to try it while pg. Twice I ordered stuff I culdn't eat for one reasone or another. My best advice is to pack a lot of snacks you know you can eat. If I hadn't done that I don't know what we would have done. We had them on the plane beside our day trips.
On the bright side, you'er getting too old for those party boats. No one wants to be that stupid drunk. try the parasailing. It's wonderful and calm but do it on the lagoon side, not the ocean. Go out and lay by the pool. The sun will be god for yo and baby. And DO NOT drink water not in a bottle and DO NOT drink a drink with ice! I'm just warning you! If you think you're sick now, it will make it worse!

The Domestic Engineer said...

I know I can relate to you when it comes to the anxiety of experiencing that all-day pregnancy sickness in the company of strangers! I found it hard to hear that it'll go away in time, because I wanted relief right at the time, but it's true. It will go away eventually. Also, they say nausea is a sign of a healthy baby, so that's the positive spin on it :)

Have a fabulous time! It's been years since I was last in Mexico; I had a blast, and made so many memories. I'll be thinking of you!